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3 His redeem'd his praise shout forth,
Ever glorying in his worth;
Angels sing around the throne,
"Thou art worthy! Thou alone !"
4 He will soon return again,
And his saints with him shall reign;
In this hope they joyful say,
"Come, Lord Jesus-come away."
Necessity of divine teaching. Luke x. 22. 1 Pet. iiì. 4.
1 OPPRESS'D with sin, by frailty pain'd,
My spirit bows beneath the rod;
Nor hopes its paradise regain'd
But through the pard'ning grace of God.
But ah! my heart, rebellious still,
E'en while it owns its God is just,
Finds pride resist that holy will
In which alone it ought to trust.
2 Faith prays, "Thy will, not mine be done;"
But when the hour of trial's near,
With patience still the race to run,
How feeble does that faith appear.
Dear Saviour! why so hard to me
To keep the path which Thou hast trod?
Oh! teach my heart to learn of Thee
"The way" that leads the soul to God.
3 Give me, blest Lamb! thy spirit mild,
That" ornament" of highest price;
Form thou my mind to be thy child,
Then shall I share thy paradise.
Then, may I hope, my soul shall shine
Adorn'd with honour's brightest gem;
And beam around the rays divine
That marked the babe of Bethlehem.
The Death of the Lord of Glory. John xii. 32. Acts xiii. 27,28. Rom. viii. 34.
1 STRETCH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies! Hark! his expiring groans arise!
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!
2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream, how free it flows,
To cleanse and save his rebel foes!
3 And didst thou bleed-for sinners bleed,
And could the sun behold the deed?
No, he withdrew his sick'ning ray,
And darkness veil'd the mourning day.
4 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?
5 Come, dearest Lord, thy power impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief and ardent love.
Intreating the Presence of Christ in his Churches.
1 COME, thou desire of all thy saints,
Our humble strains attend,
While with our praises and complaints,
Low at thy feet we bend.
2 When we thy wondrous glories hear,
And all thy sufferings trace,
What sweetly awful scenes appear!
What rich, unbounded grace!
3 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise ;
How should our souls, on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies.
4 But ah! the song, how cold it flows!
How languid our desire!
How faint the sacred passion glows,
Till thou the heart inspire.
5 Come, Lord, thy love alone can raise
In us the heavenly flame;
Then shall our lips resound thy praise,
Our hearts adore thy name.
6 Dear Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here;
Till life, and love, and joy divine,
A heaven on earth appear.
The Son of man lifted up. Luke xxiii. 33, 34. John xi. 50, 52.
1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd 'beneath your load!
He shed a thousand drops for you!
A thousand drops of richest blood!
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But, lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
The tomb in vain forbids his rise!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns!
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster, Death, in chains :
6 Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King!"
Born to redeem, and strong to save;
Then ask the monster-"Where's thy sting?
And where's thy victory, boasting grave?"
The Crucifixion of Christ. Ephes. ii. 13-16; v. 2, 25—27.
1 YONDER-amazing sight! I see
Th' incarnate Son of God Expiring on the accursed tree, And shedding precious blood.
2 Behold, a purple torrent run
Down from his hands and head! The crimson tide puts out the sun; His groans awake the dead.
3 The trembling earth, the darken'd sky, Proclaim the truth aloud;
And with the amaz'd centurion cry, "This is the Son of God."
4 So great, so vast a sacrifice
May well my hope revive:
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies,
The sinner sure may live.
5 O, that these cords of love divine
Might draw me, Lord, to thee!
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine-
Thine it shall ever be !
The Lord is risen indeed.
Matt. xii. 40; xxviii. 5, 6, 7.
1 YES! the Redeemer rose; The Saviour left the dead; And o'er our hellish foes
High rais'd his conquering head:
In wild dismay The guards around
Fall to the ground, And sink away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:
Joyful they come, And wing their way
From realms of day To Jesus' tomb.
3 Then back to heaven they fly,
The joyful news to bear:
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say, "Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead; He rose to-day."
4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round